The heron at the weir
Someday, walking somewhere will not seem such an obvious clue I dream.
Swimming has always been a dream, even when I wasn't.
Phoenix fell behind this year, I am near Dallas, in Richardson. 1200
miles back East.
Like the Dutch bulb crash, many are left blinking in astonishment.
In this room, I can hear Brilliant Musicians, out there, somewhere,
Once upon a time,
Happy Ears!
Al
This time of the morning, I take meds with black coffee
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